A Thug, A philosopher and A King “Poem”

On the East side of Tampa a thug, a philosopher and a king sit together in the garage

The thug said, “I rhyme cause I have to survive and make people lazy and make money then they come to streets lazy and bored for something to inspire and escape”

That is how I make my living day and night hustling and hustling like these leaves in winter

The philosopher interrupted, “I philosophize because I have to survive. I care for individuality in constant danger by our loved ones”

The king then started laughing

The king declares, “ I am king because I am a king and feel the Israelite blood in me and I can’t help it and you the thug and the philosopher are wrong”

The darkness loomed all over their faces

And the world crushed them in the wake of light

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